1.

Still, still, still, weil’s Kindlein schlafen will

Volksweise

 
Salzburg, 19. Jh.

    
I.         
1. Still, still, still, weil’s Kind - lein schla - fen
2. Schlaf, schlaf, schlaf, mein lia - bes Kind - lein,
    
II.
          
1. Still, still, still, weil’s Kind - lein schla - fen
2. Schlaf, schlaf, schlaf, mein lia - bes Kind - lein,




       

will! Ma - ri - a thuat es nie - der -
schlaf! Die En - gel thuan schön mu - si -
  


   

  
        
will! Ma - ri - a thuat es nie - der -
schlaf! Die En - gel thuan schön mu - si -



           
-sin - gen, ih - re keu - sche Brust dar - brin - gen.
-zir - en, bey dem Kind - lein ju - bel - li - ren,
            

     
     
-sin - gen, ih - re keu - sche Brust dar - brin - gen.
-zir - en, bey dem Kind - lein ju - bel - li - ren,

  

   
       
Still, still, still, weil’s Kind - lein schla - fen will.
Schlaf, schlaf, schlaf, mein lia - bes Kind - lein, schlaf.
      

       

Still, still, still, weil’s Kind - lein schla - fen will.
Schlaf, schlaf, schlaf, mein lia - bes Kind - lein, schlaf.
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 2. Tomorrow Shall Be My Dancing Day
Traditional


England, 16. Jh.

I.
              

 
1. To - mor - row shall be my dan - cing day; I would my
2. Then was I born of a vir - gin pure, of her I

 3. In a man - ger laid and


wrapped I was so ve - ry

II.
  
   

   
    
 
1. To - mor - row shall be my dan - cing day; I would my
2. Then was I born of a vir - gin pure, of her I
3. In a man - ger laid and wrapped I was so ve - ry

    
    

    
true love did so chance to see the le - gend of my
took flesh - ly sub - stance; thus was I knit to man’s na -


poor, this was my chance; be - twixt an ox and a sil - ly poor

      



   

   
true love did so chance to see the le - gend of
took flesh - ly sub - stance; thus was I knit to man’s
poor, this was my chance; be - twixt an ox and a



           
play, to call my true love to my dance.


- ture,
ass,
to
to
call my
call my
true
true
love
love
to
to
my
my
dance.
dance. £ Sing, oh! my love,


      

 
 
my play, to call my true love to my dance.
na - ture,
poor ass,
to
to
call
call
my
my
true
true
love
love
to
to
my
my
dance.
dance. £ Sing, oh!

   

          


oh! my love, my love, my love, this have I done for my true love.
  


          
my love, my love, my love, this have I done for my true love.

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 3. Tu scendi dalle stelle
Alfonso Maria de’ Liguori


Apulien, um 1750

I.


    
  

 
            
1. Tu scen - di dal - le stel - le, o Re del Cie - lo, e
2. A Te, che sei del mon - do il Cre - a - to - re, non

  

    
                 

II.

1. Tu scen - di dal - le stel - le, o Re del Cie - lo, e

2. A Te, che sei del mon - do il Cre - a - to - re, non

                            
1. 2.

     
vie - ni in u - na grot - ta al fred - do, al ge -
  lo, e - lo. O Bam - bi - no mio Di -
so - no pan - ni e fuo - co o mio Si - gno - re, non - re. Ca - ro e - let - to Par - go -

         
              
  

vie - ni in u - na grot - ta al fred - do, al ge -
  lo, e - lo. O Bam - bi -
so - no pan - ni e fuo - co o mio Si - gno - re, non - re. Ca - ro e - let -

     

      
                 
- vi - no, io ti ve - do qui a tre - mar, o Di - o be - a - to. E
- let - to, quan - to que - sta po - ver - tà più m’in - na - mo - ra - ra, giac -

         
          
- no mio Di - vi - - - - no, o Di - o be - a - to. E
- to Par - go - let - - - - to, più m’in - na - mo - ra - ra, giac -

 
                       
1. 2.

  
  
quan - to ti co - stò l’a - ver - mi a - ma - to, e ver - mi a - ma - to!  


- ché ti fe - ce A - mor po - ve - ro an - co - ra, giac - - ve - ro an - co - ra.

           
            
     
 
quan - to ti co - stò l’a - ver - mi a - ma - to, e ver - mi a - ma - to!  
- ché ti fe - ce A - mor po - ve - ro an - co - ra, giac - - ve - ro an - co - ra.
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 4. Il est né le divin enfant
Chant traditionnel de Noël

   
Lothringen,19. Jh.

    
     
I.
     


Il est né le di - vin en - fant, jou - ez haut - bois, ré - son - nez mu - set - tes !
   
II.
             
 
 

 

          
   
  

Il est né le di - vin en - fant, chan - tons tous son a - vè - ne - ment !
   

          
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1. De - puis plus de qua - tre mille ans, nous le pro - met - taient les pro - phè - tes,
2. Ah ! Qu’il est beau, qu’il est char - mant ! Ah ! Que ses grâ - ces sont par - fai - tes !

 
   
3. Une é - ta - ble est son loge - ment, un peu de pail - le est sa cou - chet - te,

       
    

              

   
de - puis plus de qua - tre mille ans, nous at - ten - dions cet heu - reux temps.
Ah ! Qu’il est beau, qu’il est char - mant ! Qu’il est doux ce di - vin en - fant !

 
  
une é - ta - ble est son loge - ment, pour un Dieu quel a - bais - se - ment !
   
 

        
D. C.

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